Prophecy of the Indris Mark my words and remember.
The girl will die three times, leaving her only one life to give.
Power lurks inside the meek, allowing you to live.
Destiny will deliver a bairn, stolen from a man.
The greatest swordsman of them all will die upon the sand.
Blood will flow that can't be cleaned on the darkest night.
A flower descends from above, eager for the fight.
The Rift brings danger to the world, disaster to us all.
But hope lies in the gentlest hands to save us from the fall.